Lyrics:
Okay, ball like Tyrese Maxey, you boys can't get past me, shoot my shot, bitch, there's no passing
Lambo truck on fumes, please don't go and gas me
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we
still trap
Cousin Li'l Quick telling me he wanna rap
Uptown Beezy and the white house administration
Get the paper had to see Tyrese in the scrap
When
all my niggas though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)
Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
This
Fuckin' lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies
Please pay attention
on by the three
Don't know what they doing but I wanna keep
Can't wait til I get money
Gon bless my momma with balenci
Gon bless her and the streets
All
Lil Nas X
The number one song on the Billboard Hot 100
"Call Me By Your Name," by Lil Nas X
I wanted fame and I wanted riches
Wanted happiness,
[Tyrese]
I've got a criminal mind
Ohhh oh oh
[Heavy]
C'mon, what what, what what, uh uh
[1] - These days, I wonder if crime pays
Blinded by
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
don't appear when the money's home
Lil' homie done grew into a big dog
If you barking in my way you gettin' chewed on
Lil Homie, everybody tryna get with
Money by the abundance
Yeah, YMCMB flashy life
What it do, young king, it's yo turn, boy
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
some money, but my sauce, man, that's confidential
Can't get it, lil' dog
love to hate
V-Let baby
Yeah
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Swimming
Let the band play
Ay, I'm one ill ass lil' nigga and I don't know no one iller
Yeah, I ran up my figures, I made them fuck niggas bitter
I hang
I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is
to back like Coke, no soda
Yeah, claimin' it's smoke, bout some money
Reality is bout a bitch, we not the sameLil' nigga, you know I get pape
You lil
Put a lil' tax on it, get it back like the government
All my faith in legal tender, only backed by the government
In the hood by the motor, tryna grease
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricey
Cost money, beat the charge money (uh)
Fast money, push to start money (uh)
Large money, Escobar money (lil' bitch)
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